Small Town

Last night Mistress and Slave went to an art opening in an older, semi-revitalized part of town. It was an urbanista thing. Lots of folks dressed in various shades of black,  spanning the age range. The artist was someone we barely know - but have known a while, former husband of someone I worked with years ago, but who let Mistress know about his show through facebook.

(I think he was flirting a bit with Mistress via facebook messages, but I suppose it could have just been "good marketing", huh?)

Mistress, of course, was looking quite fetching: black boots, tights and dress (yes, fans, those peek-a-boo tights), some tasteful but eye catching SW jewelry, and a turquoise scarf to add a little color. I always feel like the luckiest guy in the room to have her on my arm.


One of the odd aspects about living in a town like River City is all of the connections that randomly pop up at an event like this. The social molecules are just too tightly compacted, so that we're all just bouncing off one another.

So as we entered the door we were confronted by a woman who I have known for years -- she actually used to date my since departed brother during the Reagan regime -- and who Mistress is CONVINCED (despite no supportive evidence I might add) I somehow have the hots for.

As she chatted us up in her rat-a-tat style, I probably made the mistake of expressing knowledge of her recent performance (she is an amateur singer songwriter) at a club in NYC. Somehow, my addled brain even recalled the name of the club. Of course, this was knowledge I had gleened simply from her facebook postings about said gig, not because I had either spoken to her, or somehow snuck out to attend this gig while Mistress was sleeping one night.

In any event, I could tell Mistress was a little discomfited by this expression of what she later described as "intimacy" with this woman (who I had not spoken to, let alone seen in at least a couple of years).... ah, well..... I expect I've already earned a few strokes from Mistress's crop this afternoon.  Better for her to let it out than let it fester is my motto.

Of course, we were not done with all these strange encounters. It turned out that the artist who seemed to be flirting with Mistress had somehow become engaged in recent weeks to a woman we had just met only recently. Her bizarre connection to us was as the ex-wife of a guy who had lived with and almost married my ex-wife in the 1990's. (Of course, before that she was married to a former NFL QB, but I won't go down that road.... I know you all hate it when I get into sports and politics).

"Hmmmm..... how did that happen so fast Mistress.... and here he was flirting with you and courting someone else.... shocking......"

"Shut up.... Slave...."

See, she was still pissed about the singer song-writer.

Then the ex-wife of the artist shows up with their mutual daughter. "Just showing support for his work", s she put it.

This is the woman I worked with in the 1980's and 1990's. In their conversation, Mistress reminded me that somehow this woman dated or was otherwise involved with a guy who Mistress worked with at the time (he now shows up on MSNBC a good bit). This woman, nice, but always a bit of a flake, described meeting Mistress circa 1988, in her mid-20's -all excited about her trip to the Democratic National Convention that summer. And it seems she did take note that Slave, her more senior colleague, was on that trip too. Apparently someone was connecting our dots for us.

But as she noted, "the statute of limitations has expired on that one...."

Now, who am I missing....

There was the Jewish real estate investor who sidled up the Mistress at some point while I was fetching her another little plastic cup of wine. He seemed to be taken by her, and a little disappointed when I showed up. They quickly ran through all of their tribal connections: mothers were pals, that guy he went to high school that we all know, yadda, yadda.

Somehow I suspect Mistress will be hearing from him on facebook.

Riding and Slapping

Schedules have been overturned here at the UCTMW World HQ this week. And the last 24 hours have been particularly weird. We were up and out at 7 am yesterday, and did not return until after 8 pm, having been waylaid by a reception for a DC poobah into town for a lecture at a local Museum.

By the time we fought our way home through a hard cold rain, the GOP debate was on. Slave didn't want to miss that.... and by the time it was over, Mistress was fast asleep in the bed next to me.

Ouch.

That means there was no sex at all here yesterday..... a highly unusual development.

Things changed this morning though. Slave had come downstairs at around 5:45 am, to write the blog and catch up on the debate fallout. But I realized in about 15 mintues that my computer needed its charger cord. So I stealthily crept back into the executive suite to grab the cord, hoping not to disturb Mistress's beauty sleep.....

Oops.  Apparently Mistress was awake too, with the cord from Mr. H (her Hitachi) already snaking it's way under the covers.

"You were gone, Slave.... and I was horny. What else is a Mistress to do....."

Well I felt pretty guilty. I had clearly dropped the ball, being too focused on whether Newt would be in the smiting or rope-a-dope mode last night.

"Would you like me to leave you to your own devices here Mistress, or provide some assistance...."

Mistress made it clear that she expected me to "wade in", and I did, letting Mistress lay back as I deployed her favorite power tool for a couple of worthy cums. She then gave me permission to deploy my own hardened tool, which I did with gusto.

And while all those developments may have delayed this morning 's posting a bit, believe me, it was worth it.

Now what about today's title, you ask.  roll the clock back a bit to last night, as Mistress reviewed her facebook page....


"Oh My Slave", she exclaimed, also with much gusto, "I got a message from Dave ------".

(Remember him, the hunky ski patrol dude who has the record for Everest Summits that Mistress fawned over last week.... while we were "On the Lam".)

Mistress had strategically waited until our return to reach out, send Dave a mention, and mention her encounter with him.  His response was particularly warm, and he mentioned that she should have "slapped him upside the head" to remind him that she was also one of his "facebook friends".

'More slapping, Mistress?"

The reference brought to mind a conversation Mistress had a few weeks back with a guy who seemed interested in being Dommed.

"He said he was into the idea of me riding his cock, and slapping him across the face.... presumably at the same time, Slave...."

Hmmm..... of course I like the cock riding idea, but the slapping?  Not necessarily on the same page with that myself.

But it did remind me of that Californication episode and the book on the series it spawned .... "Fucking and Punching".  The too young girl riding Duchovney's cock, and punching him hard in the face as she came.  Kind of hot for Cable.

Is this some new trend?

"Mistress.... do you think Dave is sending a signal there.... that he wants someone to slap him around during sex?"

"We may be getting a little ahead of ourselves, Slave....."

Could be.  But it is intriguing.

Mid Morning Graze

This morning, Mistress has one of those 7:30 am "power breakfasts" at the local club where River city poo-bahs meet in a hushed and genteel setting before heading out to do their jobs of accumulating wealth for their families and stockholders.

Of course that means that old Mick will be performing livery service this am, and that there was no AM sex on the menu here at UCTMW World HQ. Not even time for me to do this blog and present it to Mistress during our ritual morning worship session. Soon we'll be heading out into a cold rain.

Yuck.

But while waiting for her to complete her primping, I have a brief moment to send off today's dispatch.

Fortunately, it was not that way here yesterday AM. Slave was given amply opportunity to have his way with Mistress after she was suitably pleasured, while the cat again sat on my back, presumably making notes on my technique.

And yesterday, at around 11 am there was a little bonus opportunity.

Mistress had a client meeting in my building, so surprised me with a little drop by.  She scolded me a bit on the disheveled nature of my business. But it did not take me long to clear one chair, slide it against the door, and drape a nicely absorbent blanket over the seat, And because Mistress had on those ubiquitous peek-a-boo tights, to match her black boots and black cashmere dress, no dis assembly was required. Mistress simply hiked up that dress and spread her lush and shapely thighs, and Slave  fell to my knees and used my eager tongue and lips to stoke Mistress's  fires.  Sooner than I would have liked my work was done, Mistress was suitably pleased, and off to her next engagement.

Giving new meaning to the term "Lickitisplit".

Re-Callibrating in River City

Yes, it's only a two hour time shift from the Mountain Hideaway back to the gloom of the heartland. But it seems like Mistress and her loyal Slave have had a little harder time than normal getting back in the saddle here in River City.

We even had an unscheduled abstinence day yesterday, at least for Slave.. By the time I had driven back and forth to our flat as a pancake state capital for a meeting, and reunited with Mistress here at around 7 pm for dinner, my body was way past the point of yearning for sexual satisfaction.

But of course that did not mean that Mistress was neglected. Yesterday morning, after I lumbered up the stairs in a groggy state, I persuaded her to let me worship those clean shaven folds as she read Donna's post.

But the odd thing is that our 2 cats - who apparently missed Mistress in her absence - were undeterred by this morning intimacy. One of them (who knows which one, they both look alike to me), decided to park on my back and shoulders as I buried my head between her thighs, doing what a good slave does.


It seemed odd to have this large breathing mass perched on me as my lips and tongues worked at their task.

Afterwords I had a suggestion.

"I think the cat was jealous Mistress.... she wanted in on the action...."

"Yuck".

"Seriously, maybe we can train her to fill in when I'm not available.... a little tuna fish smeared down there could help with the training....."

"That's disgusting Slave....."

Maybe so. Sounds like I don't have to worry about being made redundant.

And last night, as Mistress and Slave were getting ready to watch the State of the Union address, I had another opportunity to show my devotion.

"What's say we turn down the talking heads a little and I give you a little pre-SOTU worship, Mistress."

"That sounds much better than more of Rachel and Rev. Al, Slave...."

Maybe we could all benefit from that sort of break from instant analysis.


(My apologies to Donna for expropriating the "cute cat pictures" for this rather lame blog).